Page 128 of Bound By Revenge

The desk shakes under us, the edge digging into my thighs as he pounds into me, his hips slamming against mine with a force that sends stars shooting behind my eyes. Every movement is raw, possessive, like he’s trying to bury himself so deep I’ll never forget who I belong to.

“Mine,” he groans, the word vibrating against my neck as his teeth graze my skin. His hand finds my clit again, circling it mercilessly, and I feel myself breaking, the tension snapping all at once.

I scream his name, my nails biting into his shoulders as my body convulses around him. My thighs squeeze tight around his waist as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me.

“Fuck, Kat,” Nik grits out, his movements growing frantic as he chases his release. With a deep, guttural groan, he slams into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he fills me. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close, like he needs to keep me as close as humanly possible.

For a moment, all I can hear is our ragged breathing, the room thick with heat and the sound of our hearts pounding.

Time feels like it’s standing still as I lie in his arms, savoring the feel of him—his weight pressing into me, the heat of his body against mine. My whole body feels loose, relaxed, like I could melt into him. Nik nuzzles me, his face brushing against mine, his breath warm and steady.

We’re quiet for a long moment, just staring at each other. His lips twitch, amusement sparking in his eyes.

“What?” he asks, his voice rough and raspy in that way I love.

I shrug, biting back a smile. “Nothing. I was just going to say your mood’s miraculously improved. That’s good for your health, you know.I’mgood for your health.”

He grins, all smug and gorgeous, but then his eyes shift over my shoulder. The grin vanishes, and he groans, throwing his head back.

“What’s the matter now?” I chuckle.

“The door,” he says, his tone almost pained. “It’s wide open.”

He zips his jeans quickly and strides across the room, muttering under his breath. I can’t help but laugh as I watch him. He shuts the door with a quiet click, locking it for good measure, before returning to me.

When he comes back, I’ve already straightened my clothes. He slides his hands around my waist, lifting me off the desk and setting me down gently, like I’m made of glass.

“I take it there’s no chance we’re home alone?” I ask, amused despite myself.

He grimaces. “No. But my men know better than to invade our privacy.” He hesitates. “Still…”

“We weren’t exactly quiet,” I finish for him, my grin widening. “I’m sure they got an earful.”

He groans again, running a hand through his hair. “I know. I’m sorry,” he says, scowling like it’s his fault the entirebratvanow knows what I sound like in the throes of passion.

I pat his hand, biting back laughter. “It’s fine. I’ll survive. At least now everyone knows you’re mine. Saves me the trouble of saying it.”

His eyes soften, his arms wrapping around me like he’s trying to fuse us together. “You’re going to unman me, Kat. I swear it.”

I scoff, leaning against him. “I sure hope not. I’m rather fond of your, uh, manly qualities. Trust me.”

He laughs, the sound low and warm, and kisses me slow, his hands sliding up my back like he can’t quite let go.

When we finally pull apart, I look up at him, serious now. “I meant what I said earlier, Nik. You’re too hard on yourself. You need to take a break. Relax a little. Let me help you. Please.”

He shakes his head, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “The last thing I want is to dump my problems on you.”

“You’re not. I’m offering my help. Willingly. Free of charge, too. That doesn’t happen often, so don’t waste it.”

He sighs dramatically, the corners of his lips twitching. “My charitable beauty. A modern-day Mother Teresa.”

I roll my eyes, smacking his chest lightly. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he says, his tone softening. “You already help me more than you know, just by being here.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m great in bed. Tell me something I don’t know.” I smirk, earning a bark of laughter from him. “Seriously, though. What if I called a few of my contacts? Maybe someone’s heard something about McGuire.”

His hesitation is obvious. “I don’t want you more involved in this mess than you already are.”

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